We get home earlier than the schedule made for the boys. I throw my bag into the couch, following it as I throw myself as well. I remove my leggings and let the air cool my warm body down. The fall weather was not to be underestimated.

"Are you inviting me?" I hear Taehyung say. He was naughtily removing his shirt as well, indicating something. But I kill his intention immediately, "Nope."

I turn around, facing my back to him. My eyes were open, my ears working even well than ever as I hear him sigh heavily.

"Hey, is it because I talked to Kimona privately?" I close my eyes. I do want to say 'yes' and accuse him for keeping secrets from me. But I know he's better than that. He would tell me anything and everything. If I develop a distrust within our relationship...I'm not different than other Y/n's across the world (of fiction).

"I don't know anymore, Taehyung." His face blotches with surprise when I call him by his full name.

"You and her seemed more closer than before."

"Are you intending to tell me I'm beginning to think of cheating on you—?"

"Of course not! I know you better! I'm only worried about your separate bond with that girl. I want to know what happened, to make you care for her or even listen to her...explanations privately. I understand that I'm in no place—" as I rival his thoughts, he sighs again and hugs me tightly in his twisted seating on the couch.

"You're a fool. A big, sexy fool to tell me that." There goes his weird combination of words again, "Nari, she told me to keep it a secret from anyone of you, but since you're beginning to work on loosing faith in me, I'll tell you this."

"No, Taehy—"

"Listen. To. Me." I did not go any quieter than that before. I stare into his eyes which said that he was serious. I now am ready to listen to him.

"The crux of it is...she was an ARMY before anything and she lost someone while protecting our band's reputation. It's a sad thing that happens to all our fans, across the world. Dammit! There are peaceful resolutions but never once did they tolerate us being hated on! Dammit! Dammit!" I spring up from the couch and hug him tightly.

Oh god...

I didn't know Kimona went through such a thing just because she was an ARMY. I don't need to hear anymore details. She's done plenty to be loved, but instead, all of us collectively began hating her.

"I feel so sorry for her..." I say on his shoulder. Slowly, his arms encircle around me as I chuckle.

"Lost someone in the sense..."

"Yeah. The serious one."

"Shit..." I hug him tighter as tears of regret begin forming in my eyes.

Well, there is only one way any regret can be dismissed.

By all means...
Food is the way to anyone's heart.

Wiping the small specks of tears from my eyes, I smile brightly before saying.

"I'm going to make a seven course meal for everyone tomorrow. It's my treat." I say.

"Okay." Chuckling with me, he agrees to having a large, pirate banquet that I will be hosting tomorrow.

🥘🌮🥪🍕🌭🍟🥞

The awaited tomorrow finally arrives. I punish myself by waking up at six, which is usually my deep sleep time and work in the kitchen with matchsticks against my eyelids. It felt a little blissful, not a lot, to be making large meals for everyone.

All I have to do is contact the managers and the special diet team to help me transport all these to the company.

By the way, I've already taken prior permission from our headmaster, aka CEO-nim. I was delighted when he said he would join us as well, with his lovely family.

For some odd reason, I was incredibly excited for today.

At around 10 am, Taehyung and I watch the large utensils with cooked food from his house walk out into big SUVs, to the company eventually.

As the last one leaves, I could feel Taehyung pleat my waist length hair on my shoulder as he kisses my nape.

"Mhmm...flavor." He says out of the blue.

"That's disgusting, Tae." Saying, I turn around. I was sweating profusely, because no kitchen ever had an air conditioner.

"I think we should get ready too."

"Yeah."

After showering and going to the company, I excitedly greet everyone and reach my floor to greet even more people. Maybe the news spread like wildfire. The floor which I work in have been shaking my hand and telling me how good the air smelled in the morning. I couldn't be more embarrassed.

I might actually be a good cook...I felt.

(A/n: Says the one who randomly cooks ✨️magic ✨️ for food.)

At last, lunch time came.

I was frantically searching for the one person I wanted this meal to be enjoyed by.

But...that person never came. Her brother hadn't come either.

So, I ask the other make up artists who directly wing under her.

"Hey, um...did you see Kimona today at work?"

"I bet not. Thank god that she didn't come to work today. I cannot bring myself to like her at all. I think she should just quit." The make up artist says.

My eyes grow pale, lifeless as the true words come from my own colleague.

"Wh- why would you say that...?"

"Nari!" I hear a deep voice calling for me.

"There you are. Well, Kimona didn't come to work today." Taehyung says with a smile. I watch them leave while I rest my shoulder against his.

Was the world that cruel towards her?

Was I that cruel as them towards her?

How much has she been taking everyday, every minute of her life like this?

Suddenly, I turn towards the bathroom and hide myself into a cubicle. Taehyung bangs his fist on the door, screaming my name because he could hear me cry.